Babe, babe, Babbbyyyyy" My boyfriend Scott bounced up and down next to me from the side of my locker. He was always so energetic after school... and I blamed it on the fact that he has Gym last period.

"Jesus Scott... what'd yah do? Down a whole thing of monster with a shot of redbull?" I giggled. That's how he was. He had more caffeine in his system then blood.

He snort and pecked my cheek "Nooo silly! I want you to come over today! I have a biiigggg surprise."

I raised and eyebrow and closed my locker. "Oh god, should I run while I still can?" he knew I was kidding. His surprises is what I look forward to in life, they were always so random, which makes me adore them more.

"Nope." He said while popping the 'p' "Its dinner."

I rolled my eyes and leaned in to give him a kiss on the lips "I think you ruined the surprise." I whispered against his lips.

One of my favorite things about Scott is his eyes. They are a weird color, like I've never seen it before. They were blue, but the outside rim was a bright yellow, like the sun. They were amazing and I could spend minutes just admiring them... and to be honest I have. Scott doesn't mind. He says he enjoys mine to. I actually enjoy my eyes as well... their purple. A rare color and once and awhile those group of girls would come along and give me shit only because their jealous. Freshman year was my insecure phase. Wearing baggy hoodies and jeans, never showing off to much skin. That's when I met my best friend Kylee. She had helped me get over the fact that everyone is beautiful in their own way. She gave me the motto "Always smile, because you never know who could be falling in love with it." Sophmore year hit and I was a new person. I got a hair cut and decided to start curling my dirty blonde hair, and not a day goes by were I forget to do just that. I tossed away the hoodies and jeans, and came out wearing natural clothes. Clothes that actually fit me and show off my 'curves' in Kylee's exact words. I put on makeup... only a little bit. Not like a clown but enough the make my features really pop. A small line of eyeliner around the top of my eye lids, mascara, blush, bronzer, I never wear lip gloss. Its to sticky and gross for my taste, and Scott agrees with me. So I usually stick to either my cherry flavored chapstick or watermelon. People went from hating me Freshmen year, to adoring me Sophmore. I was never single for to long, except the summer of Junior year. After my ex Mike... I decided to take a break from relationships. That's when I met Scott. He was a friend of a friends and we hit it off really well. At first I kept my distance because I was trying to stay away from the whole being tied down thing, but slowly Scott dragged me out and we became more. Junior year, we were voted Prom king and queen, and the whole school loves us as a couple. Kylee also has a boyfriend, Max... Scott's best friend. So its quite easy to hang out considering we all know each other. I was snapped out of my thoughts as suddenly Scott's lips were no longer on mine, and I felt a rush of air blow past me. My eyes snapped open and I squeaked in surprise as I realized Max has tackled Scott to the ground and was holding him down there, if I must say in a quite painful looking arm lock. "Max, holy shit! You scared the piss outta me!"

Max chuckled and looked at me with a questioning glance "Really? You need a ride home so you can change?"

I rolled my eyes and flipped him the bird "Oh fuck off asshole." Max was like the big brother I never wanted. Sure, I love him but he can be a prick sometimes.

"You'd like that." He shot back.

"No, I'd like to high five you, in the face, with a chair." I grunted earning a laugh from both Scott and Max.

"Max, stop patronizing Nicky. I wont stop her if she really does decide to cut off your balls while you sleep." Kylee was suddenly to my right, her long arm draping over my shoulders.

Max rolled his brown eyes "Oh please... if she cuts off my balls who else is gonna please you?"

I made a gagging noise and my so called mature boyfriend was laughing so hard his cackles were coming out in snorts and out of breath wheezes. "Jesus... I think I may have puked a little."

"Oh honey... I can do without your out of beat bed moves." She winked at him.

"Oh really? Babe, you wouldn't kick me out of bed unless it was to fuck on the floor." The corner of his lip tugged up in a flirtatious side smile.

"I SWEAR TO GOD! IF YOU TWO CONTINUE THIS I WILL FUCKING MURDER YOU BOTH!" I really didn't want to have the image of my two best friends fucking...... even though its already there and it looks like it has no intention on leaving anytime soon. :Shit, now the image is there and its staying for fucking coffee. Fuck you both." I growled and ran my hands over my face.

Scott was now standing up, his arms snaking around my waist "Shall we tell them the stuff we do? Make it even?" He asked in a seductive voice.

I found myself going weak at his words. We're at school, and I really didn't want to think of the stuff Scott and I do on our free time that doesn't consist of homework. Mike was my first, so that's why I wanted to take a break after we broke up. I waited a little while with Scott, until I was sure I loved him. I do love him. I love him a whole lot and I'm so grateful for everything he has done for me. "Baby?" he murmured in my ear, sending goosebumps racing over my sensitive skin. Fuck, I hate that he has control over my body even with his words. Damn him for being to hot.

"Please don't... this isn't a battle I want to have." I sighed.

He chuckled "What? Afraid we wont win?"

Oh jesus... I KNOW we wont win. Kylee has voluntarily told me some of the stuff her and Max have done... and apparently he is quite a freak in the sheets. What Scott and I have is more passionate, we take out time and enjoy each other. There was only maybe a handful of times were we let out lust and desire take over full fling and we go crazy, and even that wasn't crazy. "You and Max have the most weirdest arguments... and I don't want this one to be added to it."

He let out a puff of breath that fanned over my face "Alrighty then. I'll let it go. You owe me though."

I chuckled and rested the back of my head against his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around me "Okay. I love you."

"I love you to baby."

A smile formed on my face, bigger then it already was... and at that same moment I spotted something oddly strange. It was about an hour after school, so the school parking lot was pretty much cleared give or take, except for a few student and teacher cars... and a black SUV that has been literally everywhere in my vision. Everywhere I turn its there, its been parked in the exact same spot all school day, and I would have just brushed it off but this time a man was leaning against the hood of it, his leg kicked back on it, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his tight black skinny jeans. I couldn't quite make out all the feature of his face... only major ones. Like his hair was a curly mop on the top of his head and the color of chestnut, he wore a black and red plaid shirt, and his shoes looked like a pair of black converse? I had no clue. All I knew is I was almost 100% sure he was staring at me. Or maybe it was just our group. We were the only group of kids outside right now, other then loners sitting and waiting for their parents. It felt weird, to weird. My eyes kept starting at him, confused as to why he was just there... should I tell someone? They do have stricked policies on strangers around school campus after all those shooting happening. I looked around for an administrator or someone, but no one else was outside with us... and I knew that the school was probably locked by now. I bit my lip, wondering what I should think about the situation. "Nicky, baby?" Scott's soothing voice was like a bullet through my brain, instantly I snapped back to reality.

"Huh-what?" I blinked a couple time and started to rub circled around his hands, not quite sure if I was trying to ease him out of his worried voice, or ease me out of my worried mind. The stranger still there, the stranger still watching.

"You alright?" He asked in a low voice.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I asked, trying to be convincing. No, I'm not okay. The stranger is literally scaring the mother fucking shit out of me.

"You got really tense all the sudden." He explained, kissing the side of my head like he was trying to be calming.

"Did I?" I didn't even notice.

"Yeah, you did. You sure your okay?" He didn't sound like he believed me.

So to put his mind at ease, I turned around in his grasp so I was now facing him. My hands framed his face and I looked into his eyes "Scotty, I'm alright. Honest."

He nodded and smiled, quickly bringing his lips down to mine "One can never be to sure, better to be safe then sorry."

And I giggled.

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A groaned fell from my lips as I tried to start my car only to revile a dead engine. Normally I would have just called for my dad to come and jump start it, but he is currently in Washington for a business meeting and everyone else seems to be busy. Fuck! Scott was expecting me at his house in half an hour... and I hate to disappoint him. With a sigh, I stepped out of my car and into the cool night air. I guess I could walk, its not that far. Maybe 10 or 15 minutes top. So with a quick snuggle deeper into my jacket, I started on foot to where Scott lived. I've walked to his place before, it wasn't a big deal. The only thing that had me on edge was the fact that it was dark, and I have never really felt safe here. My dad told me Junior year that about five known sex offenders lived by us, and even Senor year when he told me there were no more... I still felt uneasy. I hated the new house more then I hated the fact that my car was a piece of shit. Our old house had tons of memories I never wanted to forget, and of course my dad wanted to forget them. That's where I grew up, that's where my mom got pregnant with what was going to be my baby sister. Her and Dad had planned on naming her Angelica. Then that's when the tragic car wreck took both her and my mom away from us. My dad had been driving, mom in the passengers seat and me in the back. They were arguing, and after all these years I can't quote recall what they were arguing about. My dad wasn't paying as much attention to the road as he should have been and he swerved into oncoming traffic, right in the way of a huge semi. What happened after that was kind of a blur. The sound of crunching, the feeling of pain in the bottom half on my body, the sight of my mom and dads body being flung around in the front seat. Then it all went silent. It seemed all I could see was white. Everything white. I could still here sound... like small little clicks or murmuring voices. It was scary not being able to see what's going on around you. After what seemed about hours... a jolt flew at lighting pace through my body and I jerked awake breathing heavily. I was in an ambulance, several people hovered around me, the looks of joy shone bright in their eyes. This confused me... I mean, what are you happy about? Everything hurt around me, my heart seemed to hurt the most. My eyes scanned the man closest to me. He was wearing a suit, and my eyes focused on the thing he was holding. I couldn't believe it... he was holding one of those shock things that bring you back to life. Usually they only use those when, when... when your heart stops. I had died that night, and I was brought back to life. My mom and Angelica unfortunately... they weren't as lucky. Dad and I cried for weeks, I finally found a way to over come it, my dad on the other hand, it only overcame him. Made him a depressed mess. I have been there for him since then, but there is only so much I can do.

As I focused on the road ahead of my, I realized I only had about maybe five more minutes to go. Thank god. I started to walk faster, the thrill of seeing Scott evident in my pace. Suddenly, a light beamed brightly behind me. I froze, not knowing what to think. Maybe its just a passing car, and it'll zoom right past me. But the light didn't lessen and my heart nearly stopped as I heard a door open.

Don't you dare turn around and look.
Don't you fucking do it.

But me being the idiot blonde I am (A/N: No offence to blondes! I'm a blonde myself lol) I turned around. A scream formed in the pit of my throat as I saw the black SUV and the man coming towards me. My mouth opened to let the scream break free, but the man launched himself forward and his hand came in contact with my mouth before any sound escaped. His other arm wrapped around my body, trapping my arms in his powerful grip. My legs kicked and I squirmed trying to get away from him, but his grip seemed to tighten making me groan from the pressure being squeezed around my middle. I shook my head back and forth trying to rid my mouth of his hand, but his hand was suddenly being replaced by something sticky.

Duktape. He was taping my mouth shut.

At least I still had my arms.

Oh wait, I spoke to soon as I felt metal click around my wrists, chaining the together. "I like it when you fight." The guy growled in my ear, making me shiver and shake my head. "What, no tears? This is new." He chuckled. His voice was dripped with a British accent, and if I wasn't scared out of my mind, I would have said he sounded hot. I was suddenly spun around to meet a pair of vibrant green eyes. They looked so bright, I had to stare at them for a while to find out whether they were real or fake. No, they were so real. He had a sinister smile plastered on his face, and I noticed two deep dimples peeking out. This boy almost looked to innocent to cause any harm to anyone, but if that was true then why was I shitting bricks?

In one swift move, he lifted me up bridal style and made his way to his car, opening the passengers side and sliding me into the seat. He put on my seat belt and ran his index finger along my cheek, making me jerk my head away "Behave and you wont have anything to worry about."

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Notes

So... whats really funny is I had no idea what Stockholm Syndrome was. I listened to the One Direction song and I was like hm, I love this song, without actually getting the meaning. So I asked my friend what it was and she told me... and ever since then, I've been dying to write one. I'm scared its not gonna turn out as good as I would like it to, so tell me what you all think! Love you all!